By George Josserme
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In a paradisiac and alluring place somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, there are two people who do not know that they exist. Amid a calm, warm, and windless night, one of them unknowingly was waiting for the other; and something happened.
The mature Security Officer carries his uniform elegantly, but it was to him the end of a long and complex day with a court appearance and enforcing rules and regulations with a rather unruly crowd of recalcitrant folks prone to generate chaotic car traffic. He feels exhausted, his stamina all used up, hungry, thirsty, and in need of rest. That night, he wouldn’t care how he carries his uniform.
In the solitude of the late evening hours, he literally drags himself walking to a nearby bus stop just to sit on a bench and give his aching legs a deserved rest. All he wants is a set of wheels to give him a ride home, and to sleep immediately after.
A man proposes - Someone out there disposes.
Sitting on the bench the officer will find to sit on, there was a woman. In the bareness of the night, at a distance she detects the scene of a man in uniform. After he reaches her bench, the officer offers his salutation; but he appears to be discontent and borderline irritable. To justify his state of mind, the officer briefly reveals to the only passenger at the bus stop why he may appear to not be more friendly.
She gracefully started a placid and serene conversation likely to soothe a man in need of something kind. He perceived the intention she had, and he begins to suspect that the strange woman may be a rare specimen. To correspond to her act, the officer forces himself to relax. He succeeded when he shows genuine interest listening to her words, and to the kind attitude that transpired behind them.
Both alone, no one is on sight, and in an almost perfectly quite environment a congenial and courteous conversation developed. As they converse, the officer's intuition tells him about qualities this lady irradiates. After a while, they came aboard a bus almost empty. The officer and the lady took a seat separately, and there was no further contact.
The short bus ride took them to an intersection where both got off at. She went her way across the street after waiting for a pedestrian light to turn green, and one more street crossing to a short walk that took her to a hotel with front stairs leading up to its lobby.
The officer, however, stood at the intersection watching her walking until she reached the hotel stairs and vanished in the lobby; but before she did, the officer managed to observe something. It was an ephemeral glance of hers looking in his direction just one split of a second before she faded away in the hotel’s lobby. Probably, the lady felt the officer’s eyes following her every move walking toward the hotel; and if that was the case, she needed fugacious glance to answer her burning question: "Is he still there ?"
The officer had an enigma of his own, and rushed across the street; but he did not wait for the pedestrian light to turn green. He felt an urge to walk upstairs to look inside the hotel’s lobby and see if that unexplored and rare lady who offered him soothing words and a kind moment was still visible in the glittering lobby. He saw her when she turned away from the front desk looking down at her mail.
The officer used a moment to calmly contemplate her. He perceived one of few and far between ladies showing up in a man’s life, but that moment ended when she detected his presence. Like thunder, she felt a spike of excitement running through her own self.
Minutes ago, the lady's fugacious glance confirmed what she felt: the officer did not go on his way after leaving the bus, but his presence in that lobby was a different matter. He was motionless and anchored to the entry area contemplating her without saying a word or making gestures. His intriguing and provocative action kept the lady breathless, and her excitement unfaltering.
She now has more burning questions: "Why is he there ?", "What does he want ?", "What am I supposed to do ?" The officer was immutable, and silently made use of his presence in her territory to send her a message without words. He was hoping that the lady may interpret the insinuated content of his wordless message.
The only excuse she had to escape his eyes was to shuffle her mail. She did so until she finally read between the lines, and deciphered his message. The lady then needed time to decipher one more thing: did she want in or out? In such interval, they both were holding their breaths in suspense. Although she was such a bundle of nerves, the lady stopped shuffling letters ~and even appeared to be calm~ when she took the decision to walk toward the officer. As she is walking, she glued her eyes on his. They were not face to face yet when their hearts were already pounding.
It was the beginning of an exhilarating moment that started when they looked at each other in their eyes like an unalloyed man and a real woman do it: not playing games. Several seconds went by contemplating each other. If certain moments have magic, that was it. Such enchanting and glowing state kept them both breathless like no other prior instance in their lives. It lasted until she breathed in and whispered a question to the officer: "Are you still hungry ?", "...and very thirsty as well." he whispered back.
She took time before rolling her dice again, and when she did, she said to the officer... "I have food in my room. I can prepare you a meal. Would you like to come up... to my room ?" The officer did not respond right away. Instead, he chose to perceive up-close qualities of a classy woman mirrored in her titillating eyes. His silence, however, brought more cliff-hanging suspense to the lady. The officer did roll his dice when he accepted her noble intent to address his appetite after a long and exhausting day.
Motivated and excited, the lady asked the officer to give her five minutes time before going up to her room. He said that he will give her ten minutes. She was afraid that he may be leaving, but the officer brought relieve saying that he will only go out to bring in something to drink; and that he promises to knock on her door in ten to twelve minutes. The officer was back as promised, he was invited in, and the dead-quite hotel’s fifth floor heard the sound of a door closing and sealing their destiny. What may happen between a man who feels in the prime of his life and a real woman happened that calm, warm, and windless night in such paradisiac and alluring place somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
...and this is what may happen.
She found ways for the overworked officer to relax and to feel comfortable. She then begun to prepare the best meal that she could with the food she had. Approaching the time the meal was ready, he set up a small table and opened the bottle of wine.
The beginning of their dinner was pleasant, and they felt at ease and comfortable with each other’s presence as the renaissance to that congenial and courteous conversation they already started at the bus stop was thriving. Even when separated only by a small table, the closeness did not threaten a fine time growing into an invigorating one. The conversation remained fresh, a tad diplomatic, but affinity and rapport developed and made it enchanting. In the meanwhile, the night was not growing younger any longer.
Words exchanged in their conversation gradually unveiled some of each other’s past, and that they both lived their lives in different worlds. Little they knew, however, that they were about to unintentionally reveal something they both had in common: they were living a lonely life wondering what else there is to it, and what's next in their lives.
The lady cleared the table and poured in more wine as the officer searched for music on the radio. Lucky he, it did not take much to find music he wanted. At a short stretch from her, the officer exquisitely held up her hand and ~in French~ he invited her to dance. He was expecting her to get too close to a strange man that she met only three hours ago. Maybe so, but few times in her life the classy lady with scarce qualities felt so thrilled.
They danced for the first time. They held each other swaying to the music as their hearts were pounding for the second time in the same night. Their moment felt so entrancing, and when they exchanged a few glances, it was even more magical. The officer acted on instincts ~or feelings perhaps~ already chasing their path to a passionate kiss as both remained holding each other softly dancing to sounds that cuddled their senses.
The classy lady was captive in one bewitched world that she was taken to. She did not want to leave that world nor her fascination. She had a desire for more of an officer still carrying his uniform elegantly. The officer, instead, had kindhearted words expressing a wonderful time he spent with her, he showed thankfulness for the noble offering of her meal, and said that he should leave. After exchanging few words, the officer kissed her hand. The now not-so-lonely strangers said Good Night to each other.
Only they know what came about the day after that calm, warm, and windless night in a paradisiac and alluring place somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
...but this is what may also happen.
She found ways for the overworked officer to feel relaxed and comfortable as she gladly begun to prepare the best meal that she could with the food she had. Approaching the time the meal was ready, he set up a small table and opened the bottle of wine.
The officer knew, however, that he may get more than a meal and swallow of wine; and so, the first thoughts run through his mind. After all, this woman invited him to her hotel room one hour before midnight. He assumed that she must want what he wanted.
No congenial and courteous dialogue developed. There was no rapport, and no candid affinity. They just chewed food until he took her to dance as a crude excuse to hold her in his arms and give her a kiss that surely felt to her fake and artificial. Music was still playing sublime sounds, but nobody was softly dancing when he swiftly moved her over to the bed just few feet away.
The lady did not feel captive in a bewitched world. Instead, she felt vulnerable and pled for him to not continue. She even attempted to appeal to his conscience, but the lady rapidly become aware that the officer's determination was not negotiable.
More satisfied than when he left work few hours ago, the officer walked out of the room giving a last look at the lady still on the bed covering her almost naked body.
The mature officer was unalloyed, intelligent, and romantic; but at the least expected moment of his life, he was presented with one inescapable and destiny-defining decision choosing which of two ways to pursue. His human qualities, values he has to go through life, and his conscience were put to the test when confronted with two ways to go.
Was the elegant Security Officer decorous ~and dignified the exquisite lady~
when he turned the late evening hours in such romantic event but leaving
the hotel room before making manifest the works as in Galatians 5:19
OR was he right carrying out the plans running through his mind ?
Discuss it, Ladies and Gentlemen. Discuss it.
Fountain of Wisdom • The View
